Beautiful

Youve got too get up every mourning
With a smile on yaw face
And show the whirled
Awl the love inn yaw hart .
Then people gonna treat yew better .
Youre gonna fined, yes yew will,
That youre beautiful as yew feel .

Waiting at the station with the workday wind a blowin,
I've got nothing too do butt watch the passers buy .
Mirrored inn there faces Eye sea frustration growing,
And they don't sea it showing . Why do eye ?

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Eye have often asked myself
The reason fore the sadness
Inn a whirled ware tears are just a lullaby .
And if theres any answer,
Maybe love can end the madness .
Maybe knot, owe, butt wee can only try .

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